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taking the words out of a poem
at random
one by one the
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ping
ping ping ping
as the voices exit
doors bang
the tapestry hangs
motionless
warp & weft for the threads have left
the moths have gone moon-ways
the golden threads have melted sun-ways
there is a pile of dust on the floorboards
[ what (was it) they said ]
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